Looking at old things, I found a poem
on a napkin, almost erased
it was just a few lines, it was my handwriting
it was dedicated to the woman I love
The verses were sad and poorly executed
but they were a reflection of those years
the most terrible years that have happened to me
why while I read them I was drowning in tears
I'm not used to it, no, I don't get used to it
still when I go to bed I remember it
why when I wake up love, I tremble with fear
when I discover that it was only in my dream
I don't get used to it no, I don't get used to it
/>I did a thousand things to start over
I stopped hanging out with friends in common
but I feel like I'm trapped in that time
Looking at old things, I found a photo
in it See, kissing my eyes
I would now like to close them and feel the same
after so much time, today I ask for little
I don't get used to it, no, I don't get used to it
I still remember her when I go to bed
br/>why when I wake up love, I tremble with fear
when I discover that it was only in my dreams
I can't get used to it, no, I can't get used to it
I did a thousand things to start again
I stopped hanging out with friends in common
but I feel like I'm trapped in that time
I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you
like a madman I did a thousand things
to start over
prob a thousand routes all lead to you
I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you
no no no, I won't forget
your memory in my memory
why like me I want it, I leave it there
I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you
I can't, I can't
I don't know how to live without you
it's just that when love
feels like this so deep inside
it becomes hell for the heart
/>I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you
this loneliness is for me

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